my wordsEcho for eons when when I speak on tempoRap-poet, slam down the manifestogotta understand Hip hop came from the ghetto must respect its roots and give back it's essential I staytrue to my self, spit it from the central that uniqueness within us which makes each one of us so specialchanneled through the mental which is trained and well read so can call uponimages concepts and word to express soul! You shouldn'tLet me in your kitchen with this cranial potentialelectronics in a fritz I'm bending stainless steel utensils there are WAVES radiating from my temple could cook a Michelinas with the heat from my retinal Penetrate armoured vehicles just to stare down the Sentinels ventricles of my heart coated with lead from the pencilI should wear extra thick, wrap around spectaclesy'all should wear a lead aprons to protect your genitals! If y'all have false ideals they'll fall like false idolsy'all I once called out like drawls in fake rap stylesy'all is you all it calls on all people i will use y'all and brawl 'cause i'm primal

​this is my manifestoceci est ma manifeste, yothis is my manifesto

ceci est le manifeste du néon-gekko

I just have to do this if I wish it to be done there's no point in hiding what i've saidi know we all change looking back on the past my lyrics in the sun rays half full of dread butThat's just the casque sur la tete, I cannot speak French Im Anglo but so love the Francophone Yes, my angles grow stretched protracted from life to the axle of death, at the axis Di-a-phragm when my voice is gone, my language isleft for those who speak-eth, foreclose the ze-nith, bohemian Rap City. C'est; bohe-math <<écho>>

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